Am I really writing that? Dear Baby? Your due date is in just over a week, and what a whirlwind this pregnancy has been.
First of all, I love you. We are all so anxious to meet you.
I found out you were on your way at the end of May. I was completely shocked. What a surprise! I laughed, and I cried. I just couldn't believe it. After 2 years of hoping, you were finally on your way. Your Dad was leaving for Germany at the end of the week, and I wanted to think of a great way to share with him. I took your brother and sister to Walmart, shared the news with them, and had them pick something out for you. Lydia picked a little bear with a blue blanket. They didn't really get it that day, but I couldn't stop smiling. I didn't tell anyone else all day. You were my secret to hold onto. I just kept asking God, "Really?" I have life in me. I have you. I couldn't stop smiling or tearing up. I was soaking in every precious moment. It was so hard not to tell Dad, but I wanted to wait for Wednesday. I had him help me fold the laundry, and in the laundry were big brother and sister shirts, a baby outfit for you, and your little bear. Oh yeah, and a "pregnant" digital test....just so he would believe me. Talk about a shock! He cried. Yup, your dad cried. I've got most of it on tape.
You are a miracle. You are dearly loved. Your brother and sister adore you. Stevie asks every day when you're coming. Lydia drapes herself across my belly, lavishly gifting you with hugs and kisses, telling me every time how much she loves you. She loves to see you move. Stevie brings a ball over for you to kick, or he just thinks your burping. He gives you little pats and will rest his hand on you to feel your strong kicks. The big booming voice you hear is your dad's. He says goodbye to you every morning before he leaves for work.
We cannot wait to meet you. Are you my little boy or my little girl? Will you look like your brother or your sister? It almost seems as if I've been holding my breath the last 9 months. It's still hard to believe you're here, but you are already such a gift. I cannot wait to exhale as soon as I see your sweet face. Your Grandma says I've never laughed so much as I have since carrying you. I'm so thankful for you. I wish I could express to you the joy you bring to me...to us... already. I pray I'm a mom who can show you that joy and show you how much I love you for the rest of my life. Gear up for this crazy family, little one. We're all waiting with our party hats on!
Love always ...just waiting for the kiss,
Mom
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
#5
My Dear Stevie,
Today you turned 5 years old. I can't believe you're 5 years old already. It seems like you were just a 2 year old yesterday. I remember watching kindergarten children getting on and off the bus when you were a few months old and realizing it was going to come all too quickly... and it has. You're going to be starting Kindergarten this fall! I'm so thankful that we'll be doing to it together, and I'm very excited to be part of that new adventure with you. I'm sure we're going to learn a whole lot more about trains. :)
This year you went to Preschool, and Ms. Sue was your teacher. You loved school so much! Almost every class day, I would make it a point to get to school early to pick you up....just so I could catch a glimpse of how much fun you were having on the playground or in the gym with your friends. Of course the best day for me was the day you were ok with me coming to your class. You showed me everything and loved having me (and Daddy on his day...your 1/2 birthday day with donuts) as your guest. Whenever there was a party at school, and you came home with a goodie bag, you'd give Lydia a treat from it first. You are that kind of brother....that kind of awesome boy! You always picked something pretty small for show and tell...usually matchbox cars of some kind, or trains, or planes, or helicopters. I'm sure 95% of the time you mentioned, "Mommy got it at a garage sale." At Graduation, you were so proud, and we couldn't have been more proud of you. You even chose to wear a tie ...putting it on yourself....because it was such a big deal. The huge smiles, waves, and thumbs up you sent our way just added icing to the cake. This was such a good year for you, and a part of me wishes it could've lasted forever, but I'm sure you'd like to keep getting bigger...just like Daddy, you say.
You still love to ride your bike, swing on the swings in the backyard, hit the wiffle ball high and far with your bat, and play basketball (and Dude Perfect). You now like me to defend you as we play one on one games. That's pretty cool...and if my arms aren't up or out, you let me know, and you tell me to "scoot, Mom." You make the score up as we go and announce, "3 to 5." You made your "Home Shot" which was pretty exciting for us all. You can make some pretty sweet shots!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jU7st9jIWQ
Now you've started soccer. You wanted to play, but you weren't so sure about it the first few practices and games with so many kids on the field and the loud whistle, but God made you a strong boy who is brave and tries his best...even if we need reminders to get up and keep going. You are playing now and you really enjoy it!! The number 5 cool blue jersey helps too! You are so proud when you make contact with the ball, and we love to catch that smile. Keep it up, buddy! You are so courageous. We've been praying for that...and God is answering. It's not always easy to have courage, but you can do ALL things with His strength. You went down the SUPER fast, adult water slides when we went to a hotel water park last month. I couldn't believe it!! All of a sudden, I saw you at the end of one slide and Daddy on the other. All by yourself! And, you had fun! Look at the things you can do when you try! You still like your typical favorite foods and meals (chicken nuggets, hot dogs, chocolate chip cookies, ice cream, and chocolate in general), but you are eating so much healthier now overall and you are willing to try so many new things and have found them to not be so bad after all.
You are a wonderful brother to Lydia. You aim to protect her from danger and you are best buddies. You get into mischief together sometimes, and you wrestle sometimes....and sometimes you are so loud together people wonder how many kids we have in the house. You pretend to do all sorts of things together, riding trains and buses, taking a sick baby to the hospital. You often let her sleep in your bed even though "she has too many friends" she brings up with her. You are so caring and sharing, and if she's ever crying or hurt, you try to make her feel better. You're also her translator...though she rarely needs one, but you want to make sure I know what she needs or wants. If she makes a mess, I hear about it from you, "Ohhh, Lydia Matthew!!"
You still love all trains (steam trains are your favorite) and any kind of vehicle or mode of transportation. Some of your construction trucks made appearances in our Nativity scene last Christmas. You were a fantastic shepherd in the Live Nativity this year...blowing us away, as if it was "your thing." Over and over again, the Lord provides exactly what you'd like for gifts. For Christmas, you got your special train Lincoln Log set, and for your birthday, you got a motorized engine for your wooden tracks and you got the Thomas carrying big that unzips to a play mat. You like those hard to find items, and God brings them in. Knowing how much I love you, and seeing acts of special love and touches on your life by our God brings me closer to Him. You are so precious to Him, and you're so precious to us. God is already using you in my life, in Daddy's life, and in others' lives for greatness. You praise the Lord whenever a lost toy is found, whenever the sun comes out (EVERY time), whenever something wonderful comes your way. Your prayers are so rich and good. You don't say a lot, but you ask for Daddy to get home safe each night, you ask God to touch your skin (boo-boos or eczema), you thank him for everyone in our family, and you ask him to help you obey. What that does to your mom's heart....what that must do to God's heart. You are like David in the Bible...seeking after God's heart. When you obey Mommy and Daddy, it is not only good for your well-being, you are learning, growing, and practicing to obey Jesus. Ohh the things He can do through you when you obey...and with that courage that is growing within you and your caring, compassionate heart!! I get so excited just thinking about it!
I love you so much, Stevie....and it's not because of what you've done or what you'll do. I love you because you're you. We're with you during the highs and we're with you in the lows. No matter what, we'll keep cheering you on. I know you've said it a couple times....that it's your best birthday ever. I really hope you feel as loved as you are. 5 years old!! Happy Birthday, Steves!
With love and a kiss, always and forever, through the sunshine and the rain,
Mom
Today you turned 5 years old. I can't believe you're 5 years old already. It seems like you were just a 2 year old yesterday. I remember watching kindergarten children getting on and off the bus when you were a few months old and realizing it was going to come all too quickly... and it has. You're going to be starting Kindergarten this fall! I'm so thankful that we'll be doing to it together, and I'm very excited to be part of that new adventure with you. I'm sure we're going to learn a whole lot more about trains. :)
This year you went to Preschool, and Ms. Sue was your teacher. You loved school so much! Almost every class day, I would make it a point to get to school early to pick you up....just so I could catch a glimpse of how much fun you were having on the playground or in the gym with your friends. Of course the best day for me was the day you were ok with me coming to your class. You showed me everything and loved having me (and Daddy on his day...your 1/2 birthday day with donuts) as your guest. Whenever there was a party at school, and you came home with a goodie bag, you'd give Lydia a treat from it first. You are that kind of brother....that kind of awesome boy! You always picked something pretty small for show and tell...usually matchbox cars of some kind, or trains, or planes, or helicopters. I'm sure 95% of the time you mentioned, "Mommy got it at a garage sale." At Graduation, you were so proud, and we couldn't have been more proud of you. You even chose to wear a tie ...putting it on yourself....because it was such a big deal. The huge smiles, waves, and thumbs up you sent our way just added icing to the cake. This was such a good year for you, and a part of me wishes it could've lasted forever, but I'm sure you'd like to keep getting bigger...just like Daddy, you say.
You still love to ride your bike, swing on the swings in the backyard, hit the wiffle ball high and far with your bat, and play basketball (and Dude Perfect). You now like me to defend you as we play one on one games. That's pretty cool...and if my arms aren't up or out, you let me know, and you tell me to "scoot, Mom." You make the score up as we go and announce, "3 to 5." You made your "Home Shot" which was pretty exciting for us all. You can make some pretty sweet shots!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jU7st9jIWQ
Now you've started soccer. You wanted to play, but you weren't so sure about it the first few practices and games with so many kids on the field and the loud whistle, but God made you a strong boy who is brave and tries his best...even if we need reminders to get up and keep going. You are playing now and you really enjoy it!! The number 5 cool blue jersey helps too! You are so proud when you make contact with the ball, and we love to catch that smile. Keep it up, buddy! You are so courageous. We've been praying for that...and God is answering. It's not always easy to have courage, but you can do ALL things with His strength. You went down the SUPER fast, adult water slides when we went to a hotel water park last month. I couldn't believe it!! All of a sudden, I saw you at the end of one slide and Daddy on the other. All by yourself! And, you had fun! Look at the things you can do when you try! You still like your typical favorite foods and meals (chicken nuggets, hot dogs, chocolate chip cookies, ice cream, and chocolate in general), but you are eating so much healthier now overall and you are willing to try so many new things and have found them to not be so bad after all.
You are a wonderful brother to Lydia. You aim to protect her from danger and you are best buddies. You get into mischief together sometimes, and you wrestle sometimes....and sometimes you are so loud together people wonder how many kids we have in the house. You pretend to do all sorts of things together, riding trains and buses, taking a sick baby to the hospital. You often let her sleep in your bed even though "she has too many friends" she brings up with her. You are so caring and sharing, and if she's ever crying or hurt, you try to make her feel better. You're also her translator...though she rarely needs one, but you want to make sure I know what she needs or wants. If she makes a mess, I hear about it from you, "Ohhh, Lydia Matthew!!"
You still love all trains (steam trains are your favorite) and any kind of vehicle or mode of transportation. Some of your construction trucks made appearances in our Nativity scene last Christmas. You were a fantastic shepherd in the Live Nativity this year...blowing us away, as if it was "your thing." Over and over again, the Lord provides exactly what you'd like for gifts. For Christmas, you got your special train Lincoln Log set, and for your birthday, you got a motorized engine for your wooden tracks and you got the Thomas carrying big that unzips to a play mat. You like those hard to find items, and God brings them in. Knowing how much I love you, and seeing acts of special love and touches on your life by our God brings me closer to Him. You are so precious to Him, and you're so precious to us. God is already using you in my life, in Daddy's life, and in others' lives for greatness. You praise the Lord whenever a lost toy is found, whenever the sun comes out (EVERY time), whenever something wonderful comes your way. Your prayers are so rich and good. You don't say a lot, but you ask for Daddy to get home safe each night, you ask God to touch your skin (boo-boos or eczema), you thank him for everyone in our family, and you ask him to help you obey. What that does to your mom's heart....what that must do to God's heart. You are like David in the Bible...seeking after God's heart. When you obey Mommy and Daddy, it is not only good for your well-being, you are learning, growing, and practicing to obey Jesus. Ohh the things He can do through you when you obey...and with that courage that is growing within you and your caring, compassionate heart!! I get so excited just thinking about it!
I love you so much, Stevie....and it's not because of what you've done or what you'll do. I love you because you're you. We're with you during the highs and we're with you in the lows. No matter what, we'll keep cheering you on. I know you've said it a couple times....that it's your best birthday ever. I really hope you feel as loved as you are. 5 years old!! Happy Birthday, Steves!
With love and a kiss, always and forever, through the sunshine and the rain,
Mom
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
3 Years Old
My Precious Lydia,
Today, you turned 3 years old. Where do I even begin with the stories you leave me to remember and share? This past year you (and your brother) have kept me so incredibly busy and one day, I am determined to be one step ahead of you.
For starters, I want to let you know that I love you SO much. You add so much joy, adventure, and life to our days. You make us all laugh....and your laugh is completely contagious. You are strong, and you still love to climb, jump, and tumble up/off most anything. You love gymnastics, and I love that special time I get to share with you there. It's pretty much a perfect fit for you now....you love it all....and to top it off, you love to wear your leotards. On your first day, you showed off your beautiful forward roll complete with the Ta-Da stance at the beginning and the end. When you stumbled and fell out of your cartwheel, you sighed and shouted, "Got it! Got it!" making your coach laugh out loud. You are also caring ...especially when others are hurt and sick....and you're always ready with a hug. When I had a migraine, you tenderly asked me if I bumped my head and needed a bandaid. You love to help me put away laundry and sweep. Sometimes you start the washing machine (for a 2nd time or when it's empty) without my knowledge. Your bunny is still your most cherished possession, and he goes almost everywhere with you. You love to dress up....skirts, princess clothes, heels, jewelry, and hats. You also love balls. The only things you asked for for your birthday was a ball and fruit snacks. There is not one food either your Dad or I can think of that you don't eat. Not one!! You eat everything and a lot of it. You are always ready to try new things, whether it's food or an activity. That makes things a little easier for me ....for the most part. :) You love to sing, and I never get tired of hearing you...whether you're singing about what you're playing or real songs. Your favorites are "When we all get to Heaven" and "Away in a Manger" (before the 2nd verse, you say, "How 'bout the cows?). You love your brother so much. You are best friends and partners in fun and mischief. I hope you are always close. I just know God made you the way you are to do some wonderful things...even amazing things..., and I have no doubt you will bless many lives. You already do!
I could write a book about your antics over the last year alone. Some day, I may just write that book. "Life with Lydia" or "While Mommy was in the Shower." For now, here are some etched in my memory:
*You flipped up the seat on your big wheel (that exposes the storage compartment) and tried to use it as a potty seat out in the front yard. There you were, sitting with a smile and no pants. I caught you just in time to let you know that it was NOT a potty seat!
*You locked me in our storage room closet when I was organizing. I definitely panicked because you couldn't get the door open again. Big Brother saved the day! I now have to keep a phone with me when I go in.
*You and Stevie ate almost an entire bag of Hershey kisses at Christmas time (while I was in the shower)....among other goodies on what seemed like almost a daily basis. Even with chocolate covered faces you told me that somebody "taked all your trocoloate."
*You were offended that an excavator would not "scooch" over for us while we were driving in a construction area.
*You finished off my box of sour patch kids I had in my purse. With an awful look on your face, you were convinced you liked them and powered through. You still love to dig out "grump" (gum) from my purse.
*You were calling glitter "gidders" and now it's "glivvers." I love both versions.
*You asked Bunny if he'd like to go to Sky Zone...and then you started to jump on an over-turned baby gate. Only Bunny can go to that Sky Zone, Lydia.
*Your first imaginary friend was Buzz-Saw Louie (or "Loulee" as you called him)
*You tried to eat out of a yogurt container with a spatula. One of many utensils you've utilized creatively.
*Sleep is not your favorite activity...because you're not able to be active. I often find you out of your bed providing a picnic lunch for Stevie's dinosaurs or modeling inside out Thomas the Train swim trunks and shoes over your jammies in the late hours of the evening.
*You always want the biggest of anything....the biggest snacks/desserts, the biggest rides, the tallest balance beam, the highest bouncy slide, the tallest mats to jump off of. Go big or go home....that's you.
*You call Grandpa daily on the real phone and your play phones. "Well hello, Grandpa."
*You used your Christmas present ironing board as a boat since day one. You still aren't sure how to use it the right way.
*You wished people a Merry Christmas long after Christmas was over whenever we said goodbye. When guests leave our house, you're quick to say, "Fank you for coming!"
*You tell me almost daily (when you barge in) that I'm too big to use our toilet. You still have not come up with a suitable solution for me.
*Usually when my hair is wet from my shower, you run your fingers through it. Even though it messes it all up, I love your affection....even if you sometimes say you're petting me.
*Sometimes you sneak upstairs and change into a skirt instead of your pants. Sometimes, your skirt is really a short sleeve shirt you're wearing on your hips....the neck hole around your waist.
*Daddy brought home a co-worker from Germany for dinner for the first time. You happily sat next to him telling him all about how you have to keep your underwear dry. You also initiated a snowball fight with him.
*You threw a jump rope down the stairs yelling, "I pink it's a snake, Steebie!" Thankfully, it was just a jump rope, but I came running!
*You've been known to streak through the house in only your cowgirl boots...and those are often on the wrong feet.
*You tried the oven mitt on as a slipper.
*You talk and talk to me in the van (if you're not singing), and one day you were going on and on about the garbage truck in front of us, telling me the noises it makes, how it works. You ended your verbalized thoughts with, "And it'd be so fun to drive, right Mom?" Then you moved onto whatever else was on your mind.
*Some day, ask me what you meant by "Ladybugs crashed into my belly." I'll share the anatomy lesson you gave me. You love ladybugs. You're also scared of them. You wanted ladybug decorations and cupcakes for your birthday.
*When we were out to dinner, you pointed out another couple asking me if I "see the Cosbys, Mom?" One of your baby dolls has been affectionately named, "Little Bill."
*We only have a shower, so we sometimes fill a large Rubbermaid bin for you to splash around in like a bathtub. We went down the storage aisle at Walmart, and you shouted, "Look at all the bathtubs, Mom!" You wanted to get a purple one.
*Whenever you don't know what something's called you ALWAYS say, "Oh, you've got ....those Mom?"
*I got you a pair of brown sandals. You asked if they were Jesus'.
*You often start and end your questions with Mom ...Mom?
*Our home phone....for months....was often out of battery because you would put your own Minnie Mouse or Princess phone on the charger instead of our real one.
*You have a sparkly, glittery baton you use as a pointer like Grandma does in Sunday School. You've named it your "Blessed are they." You've also whipped around in front of Stevie asking him if he wants to fight. We prefer you to use it as your "Blessed are they..."
*You love to rub noses with me or Daddy...but especially Daddy. Whenever he calls your name, you almost always tell him you love him.
*It's always special to find you sleeping in Stevie's bed next to him.
*Today you sang "Happy Birthday" to yourself...several times, but whenever anyone wished you a happy birthday, you wished it back to them. You asked me frequently through the day, "Mom, is it my birthday?" Yes, Lydia. Then you'd give me a knowing smile...proudly soaking it all in.
We are so thankful for you! We wish you the happiest of birthdays!
Love you always and forever,
Mom
Today, you turned 3 years old. Where do I even begin with the stories you leave me to remember and share? This past year you (and your brother) have kept me so incredibly busy and one day, I am determined to be one step ahead of you.
For starters, I want to let you know that I love you SO much. You add so much joy, adventure, and life to our days. You make us all laugh....and your laugh is completely contagious. You are strong, and you still love to climb, jump, and tumble up/off most anything. You love gymnastics, and I love that special time I get to share with you there. It's pretty much a perfect fit for you now....you love it all....and to top it off, you love to wear your leotards. On your first day, you showed off your beautiful forward roll complete with the Ta-Da stance at the beginning and the end. When you stumbled and fell out of your cartwheel, you sighed and shouted, "Got it! Got it!" making your coach laugh out loud. You are also caring ...especially when others are hurt and sick....and you're always ready with a hug. When I had a migraine, you tenderly asked me if I bumped my head and needed a bandaid. You love to help me put away laundry and sweep. Sometimes you start the washing machine (for a 2nd time or when it's empty) without my knowledge. Your bunny is still your most cherished possession, and he goes almost everywhere with you. You love to dress up....skirts, princess clothes, heels, jewelry, and hats. You also love balls. The only things you asked for for your birthday was a ball and fruit snacks. There is not one food either your Dad or I can think of that you don't eat. Not one!! You eat everything and a lot of it. You are always ready to try new things, whether it's food or an activity. That makes things a little easier for me ....for the most part. :) You love to sing, and I never get tired of hearing you...whether you're singing about what you're playing or real songs. Your favorites are "When we all get to Heaven" and "Away in a Manger" (before the 2nd verse, you say, "How 'bout the cows?). You love your brother so much. You are best friends and partners in fun and mischief. I hope you are always close. I just know God made you the way you are to do some wonderful things...even amazing things..., and I have no doubt you will bless many lives. You already do!
I could write a book about your antics over the last year alone. Some day, I may just write that book. "Life with Lydia" or "While Mommy was in the Shower." For now, here are some etched in my memory:
*You flipped up the seat on your big wheel (that exposes the storage compartment) and tried to use it as a potty seat out in the front yard. There you were, sitting with a smile and no pants. I caught you just in time to let you know that it was NOT a potty seat!
*You locked me in our storage room closet when I was organizing. I definitely panicked because you couldn't get the door open again. Big Brother saved the day! I now have to keep a phone with me when I go in.
*You and Stevie ate almost an entire bag of Hershey kisses at Christmas time (while I was in the shower)....among other goodies on what seemed like almost a daily basis. Even with chocolate covered faces you told me that somebody "taked all your trocoloate."
*You were offended that an excavator would not "scooch" over for us while we were driving in a construction area.
*You finished off my box of sour patch kids I had in my purse. With an awful look on your face, you were convinced you liked them and powered through. You still love to dig out "grump" (gum) from my purse.
*You were calling glitter "gidders" and now it's "glivvers." I love both versions.
*You asked Bunny if he'd like to go to Sky Zone...and then you started to jump on an over-turned baby gate. Only Bunny can go to that Sky Zone, Lydia.
*Your first imaginary friend was Buzz-Saw Louie (or "Loulee" as you called him)
*You tried to eat out of a yogurt container with a spatula. One of many utensils you've utilized creatively.
*Sleep is not your favorite activity...because you're not able to be active. I often find you out of your bed providing a picnic lunch for Stevie's dinosaurs or modeling inside out Thomas the Train swim trunks and shoes over your jammies in the late hours of the evening.
*You always want the biggest of anything....the biggest snacks/desserts, the biggest rides, the tallest balance beam, the highest bouncy slide, the tallest mats to jump off of. Go big or go home....that's you.
*You call Grandpa daily on the real phone and your play phones. "Well hello, Grandpa."
*You used your Christmas present ironing board as a boat since day one. You still aren't sure how to use it the right way.
*You wished people a Merry Christmas long after Christmas was over whenever we said goodbye. When guests leave our house, you're quick to say, "Fank you for coming!"
*You tell me almost daily (when you barge in) that I'm too big to use our toilet. You still have not come up with a suitable solution for me.
*Usually when my hair is wet from my shower, you run your fingers through it. Even though it messes it all up, I love your affection....even if you sometimes say you're petting me.
*Sometimes you sneak upstairs and change into a skirt instead of your pants. Sometimes, your skirt is really a short sleeve shirt you're wearing on your hips....the neck hole around your waist.
*Daddy brought home a co-worker from Germany for dinner for the first time. You happily sat next to him telling him all about how you have to keep your underwear dry. You also initiated a snowball fight with him.
*You threw a jump rope down the stairs yelling, "I pink it's a snake, Steebie!" Thankfully, it was just a jump rope, but I came running!
*You've been known to streak through the house in only your cowgirl boots...and those are often on the wrong feet.
*You tried the oven mitt on as a slipper.
*You talk and talk to me in the van (if you're not singing), and one day you were going on and on about the garbage truck in front of us, telling me the noises it makes, how it works. You ended your verbalized thoughts with, "And it'd be so fun to drive, right Mom?" Then you moved onto whatever else was on your mind.
*Some day, ask me what you meant by "Ladybugs crashed into my belly." I'll share the anatomy lesson you gave me. You love ladybugs. You're also scared of them. You wanted ladybug decorations and cupcakes for your birthday.
*When we were out to dinner, you pointed out another couple asking me if I "see the Cosbys, Mom?" One of your baby dolls has been affectionately named, "Little Bill."
*We only have a shower, so we sometimes fill a large Rubbermaid bin for you to splash around in like a bathtub. We went down the storage aisle at Walmart, and you shouted, "Look at all the bathtubs, Mom!" You wanted to get a purple one.
*Whenever you don't know what something's called you ALWAYS say, "Oh, you've got ....those Mom?"
*I got you a pair of brown sandals. You asked if they were Jesus'.
*You often start and end your questions with Mom ...Mom?
*Our home phone....for months....was often out of battery because you would put your own Minnie Mouse or Princess phone on the charger instead of our real one.
*You have a sparkly, glittery baton you use as a pointer like Grandma does in Sunday School. You've named it your "Blessed are they." You've also whipped around in front of Stevie asking him if he wants to fight. We prefer you to use it as your "Blessed are they..."
*You love to rub noses with me or Daddy...but especially Daddy. Whenever he calls your name, you almost always tell him you love him.
*It's always special to find you sleeping in Stevie's bed next to him.
*Today you sang "Happy Birthday" to yourself...several times, but whenever anyone wished you a happy birthday, you wished it back to them. You asked me frequently through the day, "Mom, is it my birthday?" Yes, Lydia. Then you'd give me a knowing smile...proudly soaking it all in.
We are so thankful for you! We wish you the happiest of birthdays!
Love you always and forever,
Mom
Monday, March 10, 2014
Remembering
It's hard to imagine having a one year old toddling around our house today. Stevie and Lydia are keeping the house noisy and busy, playing basketball. Yes, we have the Little Tikes hoop inside. So, I try to imagine a little guy in the mix chasing after a ball with the other two.
We would've been celebrating his first birthday today.
Instead, he gets to celebrate today with Jesus.
Lydia sat next to me on the couch for a minute this morning and started singing her favorite song these days. "When We All Get to Heaven."
Have a special day, Zeph. Mommy loves you.
We would've been celebrating his first birthday today.
Instead, he gets to celebrate today with Jesus.
Lydia sat next to me on the couch for a minute this morning and started singing her favorite song these days. "When We All Get to Heaven."
Have a special day, Zeph. Mommy loves you.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Disasters at the Doctor's
Two days ago, my sweet Stevie broke his finger. We were told to follow up with his pediatrician two days later...today. I tried setting the appointment yesterday, because I had errands to run today and people to meet up with and I just wanted to know what time we'd need to work around....blah, blah. The Dr office wanted to only schedule "day of" appointments. I called back today...and waited an hour for a call back from them, saying he needed to be seen by an Orthopedic Dr. I called that Dr, and they had one opening 20 minutes from that time. I couldn't make it to that office in 20 minutes if I had my own jet pack, but what are you gonna do? So, I said I'd do my best. We took our bathroom trips and loaded up. I am frantically trying to punch the address to this new office into our gps. It won't work. Doesn't recognize the street name. Ughhh. I ran back inside to look it up online....to find that the Point in the road had an "e" at the end. That would've been helpful information. I can't print from my laptop because one child has disabled something on it...so it refuses to print. I put the new "Pointe" into my gps, and off we go. Never mind that sometimes it thinks I'm on a completely different road than I actually am and needs to readjust every couple of minutes. That makes traveling...while in a hurry with little ones...especially fun. Stressed? Psshh!
We made it there a little late, mmhmm, and rushed in (as much as a 4 and 2 1/2 year old like to "rush"...swimming in a pool of peanut butter...amen?). We checked in, and I'm handed the huge stack of paper work since we're new. The kids were being sooo good. Like, really good!! They are good kids in general, but boy, I was noticing. It went much more smoothly than our Urgent Care visit 2 nights before. ("Please stop jumping off that!" "We've had enough injuries for one night," "Take that out of your mouth," "PLEASE get out of there," "I know that looks cool, but do you know where that's been?") We got called back quickly (whoa!)...did the whole height, weight, etc. with the nurse, and his name was even Stephen. The nurse left us to wait for the Doctor. Oh, this visit is going so well, I was thinking...even if we were a little late, and I was a little stressed.
I set the kids up with some "occupiers" together on the table and tried to complete the three hundred pages of health history and the levels of pain my son's been in. Ha, I thought it was hard for myself to give a number from 0-10! Stevie said 3! Sounded good to him. While I worked, I noticed one of my children "wiggle and dance." All moms know what that means. "Do you need to go potty?" "No." The dancing gets worse. "Do you need to go potty?" A panicked "yes" comes in response this time...and then "Oh no, I'm wet!" and I scoop child up and run to the hall. Where is child number 2? Still happily sitting on the exam table. Scoop that child up, one under each arm....more than 70 lbs of children here! We tried to run (umm, ha), but I quickly realized I didn't know where to go. Newbies. The nurse saw us stumbling around in the hallway, and led the way. We get in, and I'm relieved that in fact we made it in time as I helped my child use the bathroom. We made it! (Cheers in my head)
But, I thought too soon...and that child also was relieved. The flood gates opened before we were quite ready (what did you drink this morning?), which resulted in my entire right pant leg from mid-thigh down becoming saturated, a little on child's pants (go figure), and the pacific ocean covering the floor of the entire handicap stall. As I try to calm wet child down...and get cleaned up, my other child is pointing out the big mess, and saying, "Mommy, you got all wet?" I had one in tears over wet pants and one marveling over the ginormous puddle...just itching for a boat and a swim. I'm trying to think how I can quickly clean this up before A.) the Dr. comes to our room B.) the dry child becomes wet child C.) the wet child has an even bigger melt down D.) the pacific ocean consumes neighboring dry lands E.) anyone else comes in and stumbles upon our creation! Talk about pressure! I did my best cleaning up and clothing the child who was wet, and I did my best with the pacific ocean (sorry about the trash can, but hey, that's better than the floor! and THANK YOU for having paper towels...and not just a dryer), and my happy, enamored child gave me a break and stayed clear. (Say, what?) It was time to clean myself up. What do I do with urine soaked pants? Seriously, this was not just a dab....this was water war soaked. I got out the paper towels, soap, and water, and did a little scrubbing...and then I laughed....and laughed...and wished there was a dryer after all. All I could think of was the scene in Army Wives when Roxy is trying to get the wine out of her dress in the bathroom, and she's scrubbing at the sink saying to all those around, "No need for tears, ladies. Got it at the Goodwill." (You have to know the show....and the fact that almost all my clothes are thrift store or garage sale.) No one walked in on us....phew! But, I'm sure they were wondering what in the world we were doing in the bathroom so long.
We tried to "quickly" make it back to our room, smiling at everyone in the hall as we passed (me and child who watched, child who participated was not so happy). What a sight we must've been. Frazzled and soaked and no doubt stringing along a piece of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of each of our shoes. We can laugh or cry...and I decided to laugh, but poor child was not dealing as well as Mommy with wet pants. I had a second pair in the van...but how does one tow both kids out to the parking lot of a big office, get changed, and make it back in time for the doctor?? And...we were already late. For real, the ONE time I don't bring the whole backpacking gear with us, is the one time we need it. So, the Dr. entered, and we explained, and she said, "We have shorts! Would you like a pair?" The child did. I politely declined for myself. The shorts said "Peds" on them, but they looked like XXL men's boxer shorts....paper boxers, haha... disposable boxers. Child was happy though, and I was happy. And very wet....and a bit smelly. We made it through the visit, and Stevie was a champ for all the prodding on his finger. Then we proudly made our way out the doors, parade style as always with young children, and through the waiting room with soggy clothes and one adorable little one in some super large, breezy shorts. The child liked them so much, that instead of doing a quick change, they requested to wear them home with a blanket on their lap. No sticker or toy this visit, but one of them got a pretty cool pair of paper balloon shorts!
It's a bummer that office won't have the pleasure of us visiting again any time soon.
Monday, June 3, 2013
4 Years
My Dear Stephen,
Oh, my dear Stephen Matthew. Tomorrow you turn 4. 4 years. How is it possible that you are already 4 years old? As soon as the weather starts to really warm up late in the spring, I am reminded of being so pregnant with you and just itching to meet you. Here you are, and oh, how I love you. You are so fun, thoughtful, giving, helpful, silly, curious, intent, focused, and I could go on. I was noticing today how much you looked like a 4 year old. You no longer look like you're 3. You're just growing so fast. You're tall like your Daddy. And, your little newly buzzed head I could rub all day long! You don't sit much on my lap these days, so I soak up the time you sit in close with me.
I am SO thrilled for you ...for your birthday tomorrow. You have been asking for your birthday for months!! So many of your cousins have had birthdays in the winter, and you have just been waiting for your turn. There were many days you would ask about your birthday every day. Here it is! I hope you enjoy all of the balloons, the streamers, the gifts, the ice cream, the fun memories....but most of all, I hope you realize how special you are. You are a gift, Stephen Matthew. God created you uniquely. There's no one else like you anywhere. You are not only important to me and Dad (and Lydia too), you have such a special purpose here on this earth, and I am so thankful the Lord chose us to walk with you as you grow in your strengths and look to Him in your weaknesses for His glory. You have become such a giver, and I hope you always give to others. You have become such a helper....and that servant's heart (like your Dad has) will go so far to help others. You can be Jesus' hands for others when they need a lift or help. Wherever we are, when you see others doing well...whether they are running fast, or making a basket, or completing a puzzle, you tell them, "Great job!" and often clap. Keep that up, Buddy. Encourage others just as you already do! You tell me you're strong, and yes, you are! Use that strength for the good of others. There are some things that can only be done by you, Stevie, so don't be afraid to do those things, however the Lord leads you.
I love you so much. I longed to be a mom, and then you came. What a boy God gave me. You are such a blessing. I am so thankful to be able to be with you every day. You are learning so much, and I'm able to hear from you how much you enjoy things (or don't enjoy them). There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Here are some of your favorite things:
-hot dogs, pancakes, pizza, and anything chocolate or ice cream.
-trains, trucks (cranes, cherry pickers, garbage trucks...all of the big ones that "do" cool things), planes, and helicopters
-you still love your cow...and tell him to snuggle, or you carry him on your shoulders, or you cover him with your blankie so he can sleep
-your big boy bike and tricycle, riding car
-playing basketball and baseball
-you love to run and run or walk on the trail by the house
-your favorite Bible story is Jesus calming the storm
-sometimes when you wash your hands, you say you're like Jesus...hmm
-you love fish (and Grandma and Grandpa are getting you a real fishing pole for your birthday! Woohoo! What fun you'll have!)
-you wake up early in the morning and come in bed with me. You don't lay down very long because you bring toys in and end up bouncing all around and asking to go downstairs for breakfast
-you love to open the door when your teachers come...but especially when Daddy gets home!
-you love when Daddy or I "stickle" you (tickle you)
-Lydia. I love how close you two are. You just love her, and she loves you too. You play together and get into mischief together...you are always up to something. I love to hear you chat before you go to sleep. You both have gotten to the arguing stage though....especially in the car. We are working on that. :)
-you love the car carts at Wegmans. You drive JUST like Daddy and put your arm across the back and turn your head around when Daddy backs the cart up.
-you also tell me where to go when I drive because it's like you can smell a railroad track in the distance...and we must see every railroad track in the county.
-when you go pee, you say "faster, faster, faster"...yes, I wrote that. Yes, you'll laugh when you're grown. Such a boy!
-probably one of MY favorite things is when you tell me, "It's a great day, Mom." And, I know you mean it...because usually, you are having a great day. Those days aren't as difficult...and we all know we have difficult days, so when those "great days" come...and then you verbalize it, what a joy! It makes me so proud, and so happy, and I just love your great days...because those are the best days for me too.
I can't wait to celebrate with you tomorrow! I hope it's a super "great day." Happy 4th Birthday, Stevie!
With love and kiss, always and forever,
Mom
Oh, my dear Stephen Matthew. Tomorrow you turn 4. 4 years. How is it possible that you are already 4 years old? As soon as the weather starts to really warm up late in the spring, I am reminded of being so pregnant with you and just itching to meet you. Here you are, and oh, how I love you. You are so fun, thoughtful, giving, helpful, silly, curious, intent, focused, and I could go on. I was noticing today how much you looked like a 4 year old. You no longer look like you're 3. You're just growing so fast. You're tall like your Daddy. And, your little newly buzzed head I could rub all day long! You don't sit much on my lap these days, so I soak up the time you sit in close with me.
I am SO thrilled for you ...for your birthday tomorrow. You have been asking for your birthday for months!! So many of your cousins have had birthdays in the winter, and you have just been waiting for your turn. There were many days you would ask about your birthday every day. Here it is! I hope you enjoy all of the balloons, the streamers, the gifts, the ice cream, the fun memories....but most of all, I hope you realize how special you are. You are a gift, Stephen Matthew. God created you uniquely. There's no one else like you anywhere. You are not only important to me and Dad (and Lydia too), you have such a special purpose here on this earth, and I am so thankful the Lord chose us to walk with you as you grow in your strengths and look to Him in your weaknesses for His glory. You have become such a giver, and I hope you always give to others. You have become such a helper....and that servant's heart (like your Dad has) will go so far to help others. You can be Jesus' hands for others when they need a lift or help. Wherever we are, when you see others doing well...whether they are running fast, or making a basket, or completing a puzzle, you tell them, "Great job!" and often clap. Keep that up, Buddy. Encourage others just as you already do! You tell me you're strong, and yes, you are! Use that strength for the good of others. There are some things that can only be done by you, Stevie, so don't be afraid to do those things, however the Lord leads you.
I love you so much. I longed to be a mom, and then you came. What a boy God gave me. You are such a blessing. I am so thankful to be able to be with you every day. You are learning so much, and I'm able to hear from you how much you enjoy things (or don't enjoy them). There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Here are some of your favorite things:
-hot dogs, pancakes, pizza, and anything chocolate or ice cream.
-trains, trucks (cranes, cherry pickers, garbage trucks...all of the big ones that "do" cool things), planes, and helicopters
-you still love your cow...and tell him to snuggle, or you carry him on your shoulders, or you cover him with your blankie so he can sleep
-your big boy bike and tricycle, riding car
-playing basketball and baseball
-you love to run and run or walk on the trail by the house
-your favorite Bible story is Jesus calming the storm
-sometimes when you wash your hands, you say you're like Jesus...hmm
-you love fish (and Grandma and Grandpa are getting you a real fishing pole for your birthday! Woohoo! What fun you'll have!)
-you wake up early in the morning and come in bed with me. You don't lay down very long because you bring toys in and end up bouncing all around and asking to go downstairs for breakfast
-you love to open the door when your teachers come...but especially when Daddy gets home!
-you love when Daddy or I "stickle" you (tickle you)
-Lydia. I love how close you two are. You just love her, and she loves you too. You play together and get into mischief together...you are always up to something. I love to hear you chat before you go to sleep. You both have gotten to the arguing stage though....especially in the car. We are working on that. :)
-you love the car carts at Wegmans. You drive JUST like Daddy and put your arm across the back and turn your head around when Daddy backs the cart up.
-you also tell me where to go when I drive because it's like you can smell a railroad track in the distance...and we must see every railroad track in the county.
-when you go pee, you say "faster, faster, faster"...yes, I wrote that. Yes, you'll laugh when you're grown. Such a boy!
-probably one of MY favorite things is when you tell me, "It's a great day, Mom." And, I know you mean it...because usually, you are having a great day. Those days aren't as difficult...and we all know we have difficult days, so when those "great days" come...and then you verbalize it, what a joy! It makes me so proud, and so happy, and I just love your great days...because those are the best days for me too.
I can't wait to celebrate with you tomorrow! I hope it's a super "great day." Happy 4th Birthday, Stevie!
With love and kiss, always and forever,
Mom
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
My Precious Lydia,
Happy Birthday! Wow, you are 2! It doesn't seem like it was that long ago we were running through the rain to get in the van to head to the hospital to have you. Yet, you have kept our days very full. I didn't have a clue holding onto that sweet baby how much personality and energy you would have! You are my busy and mischeivous girl. The number of things you get into quite often astounds me and leaves me chasing after the tornado remnants you've left behind. Getting things ready for company sure is a trick! Games come out with little pieces strung about, you play 52 pick up with playing cards...but forget the point of the game, movies seem to "walk" all over the house, and those wipes are always "hopping" out of the packages. You always seem to grab hand soap, hair gel, oils of any kind, our toothbrushes and other messy substances (or that dreaded plunger) to get into. I'm always two steps behind you, and ohh the messes. I find myself saying, "If I had a dollar..." a lot around here. But you know what? No amount of money could ever replace my love for you, even on our most difficult days! I end up singing that country song, "Crazy Girl."
You sure stretch your Mommy to her limits sometimes....with your fearlessness and your strong will. I suppose you're toughening me up....as you jump down the stairs or push chairs from other rooms to jump off of onto the couch. Yet, you can be so compassionate and tender. I love how you pat my back when I hold you, or you gently rub my cheeks. You give your bunny kisses and push him in your stroller or shopping cart. You even offer to "carry you" so he doesn't have to ride in it and can be in your arms....like you want me to do when we shop. That bunny goes everywhere with you. Sometimes you rub Stevie's head and hair saying, "Nice, Buddy." Or, you'll take his cheeks in your hands and ask him what's wrong. (You might have a little bossiness in there too...One day, you'll probably be a Mommy too.) I pray your courage makes you strong in the Lord, to stand for what's right, always helping and taking care of others in need.
Ever since you were tiny (once we got over that screaming period of a few months), you have had this joy in you...like there's always some song in your heart. You used to thump that little leg...and now you sing little mumbled versions of songs. I have so enjoyed your love for music...even if we need to listen to "Hush Mr. Rooster" in the van a million times on repeat, or your asking me to sing "Happy Birthday to You" 3 times before bed tonight. And, it was your birthday, so I obliged...and giggled. Would you me to sing for you...about you...again? Even Stevie sang you a line of it tonight. Very special indeed. You love "I've got the Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy down in my Heart." You call it "Joy Joy." I will sing, "I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart" and pause...and you say, not sing, "where?" in your super deep voice. Your super deep voice, chin to your chest, eyebrows raised, cracks me up every time. And when we sing, "My God is so Big"....girl, you put your heart into it! You stick those pointer fingers in the air and yell "Bick" (for "big"). Yes, He's that big. And there's nothing He can't do...for you! Carry that with you always, and when you hit those challenges, sing it out! You still love "Holy, Holy, Holy"...and I love that you and Stevie share that special song.
You still love doggies and playing with balls. The movie "Air Bud" wraps it all up with a bow. You love to go outside or "upside" and go for walks. It's a good fit because I love to take you on walks. :) You now like to go for walks with just Mommy and you hold my hand as we walk up and down our street or the trail looking for pinecones and other neat treasures. That's one of my favorite things with you...and if I could bottle that up forever, I would. If you start without me, you put your hand behind your back doing a low wave, look behind you just with your eyes...without turning your head, and say, "Come on. Come on."
You are your brother's biggest cheerleader, and that's a wonderful thing, Lydia. I hope you both become best friends and supporters of each other! You cheer for him when he goes to the potty, and when he's running fast outside. You talk about him all the time....wondering if he needs to go potty because you like to take the trip upstairs for a change in scenery (and to get into all those bathroom things).
I've been having fun putting your hair in pig tails! It's growing! You love shoes and are always trying mine on or Daddy's or Stevie's ...or each therapist's that comes in our home. They say you have good taste in shoes. You love to color and use stickers. We're still working on coloring on paper approved by mom...instead of books, my planner, tables, your body, etc. We're also having to remove garage sale 25 cent stickers from mail envelopes ready to be sent out. I usually forget to put my purse on the hooks, and that's great fun for you to dig into too. You've been found to have answered the phone before I can get there....and of course, to call other people too.
You're still a pretty good eater, but you decided milk is a no go after we gave up morning and bedtime bottles in February. You love your yogurt and cheese though. I'm not sure what your favorite meal is...you eat most anything, but you still always ask for marshamallows or chocolate chips. Since it was your birthday, I let you choose your breakfast. You chose those little packs of breadsticks and cheese. Whatever, kid. This year, instead of gobbling down your entire cupcake in 3.4 seconds, you decided to just eat the frosting and sprinkles off the top. Pure sugar is your deal I guess. You always ask to get down from your chair after you've eaten...and go over to eat whatever Stevie's left behind. I think mostly you like his grown up silverware and sitting in a regular chair. You do sit in a regular chair sometimes to eat...you did for the whole meal at your birthday party at Grandma's.
You are soo silly but a little shy around people you don't know too well. Your giggle is absolutely contagious...and so sometimes, bedtime is a little bit later because well, if you're giggling with Stevie, it can wait for just a little bit longer...even if we do have to mop up the bathroom floor with all of the towels after a splashing, laughing bath time. You are silly but so serious other times. When we pray, you clothes your eyes so tight and clamp your hands together and just pray. Sometimes you'll say, "Pray, pray, pray, talk to Jesus, pray." Maybe as a 2 year old, you'll call your cousin "Josiah" instead of "Jesus." I know...those J names can get confusing!
I love you so much Lydia. Happy 2nd Birthday!
Love always and with a kiss,
Mommy
Happy Birthday! Wow, you are 2! It doesn't seem like it was that long ago we were running through the rain to get in the van to head to the hospital to have you. Yet, you have kept our days very full. I didn't have a clue holding onto that sweet baby how much personality and energy you would have! You are my busy and mischeivous girl. The number of things you get into quite often astounds me and leaves me chasing after the tornado remnants you've left behind. Getting things ready for company sure is a trick! Games come out with little pieces strung about, you play 52 pick up with playing cards...but forget the point of the game, movies seem to "walk" all over the house, and those wipes are always "hopping" out of the packages. You always seem to grab hand soap, hair gel, oils of any kind, our toothbrushes and other messy substances (or that dreaded plunger) to get into. I'm always two steps behind you, and ohh the messes. I find myself saying, "If I had a dollar..." a lot around here. But you know what? No amount of money could ever replace my love for you, even on our most difficult days! I end up singing that country song, "Crazy Girl."
You sure stretch your Mommy to her limits sometimes....with your fearlessness and your strong will. I suppose you're toughening me up....as you jump down the stairs or push chairs from other rooms to jump off of onto the couch. Yet, you can be so compassionate and tender. I love how you pat my back when I hold you, or you gently rub my cheeks. You give your bunny kisses and push him in your stroller or shopping cart. You even offer to "carry you" so he doesn't have to ride in it and can be in your arms....like you want me to do when we shop. That bunny goes everywhere with you. Sometimes you rub Stevie's head and hair saying, "Nice, Buddy." Or, you'll take his cheeks in your hands and ask him what's wrong. (You might have a little bossiness in there too...One day, you'll probably be a Mommy too.) I pray your courage makes you strong in the Lord, to stand for what's right, always helping and taking care of others in need.
Ever since you were tiny (once we got over that screaming period of a few months), you have had this joy in you...like there's always some song in your heart. You used to thump that little leg...and now you sing little mumbled versions of songs. I have so enjoyed your love for music...even if we need to listen to "Hush Mr. Rooster" in the van a million times on repeat, or your asking me to sing "Happy Birthday to You" 3 times before bed tonight. And, it was your birthday, so I obliged...and giggled. Would you me to sing for you...about you...again? Even Stevie sang you a line of it tonight. Very special indeed. You love "I've got the Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy down in my Heart." You call it "Joy Joy." I will sing, "I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart" and pause...and you say, not sing, "where?" in your super deep voice. Your super deep voice, chin to your chest, eyebrows raised, cracks me up every time. And when we sing, "My God is so Big"....girl, you put your heart into it! You stick those pointer fingers in the air and yell "Bick" (for "big"). Yes, He's that big. And there's nothing He can't do...for you! Carry that with you always, and when you hit those challenges, sing it out! You still love "Holy, Holy, Holy"...and I love that you and Stevie share that special song.
You still love doggies and playing with balls. The movie "Air Bud" wraps it all up with a bow. You love to go outside or "upside" and go for walks. It's a good fit because I love to take you on walks. :) You now like to go for walks with just Mommy and you hold my hand as we walk up and down our street or the trail looking for pinecones and other neat treasures. That's one of my favorite things with you...and if I could bottle that up forever, I would. If you start without me, you put your hand behind your back doing a low wave, look behind you just with your eyes...without turning your head, and say, "Come on. Come on."
You are your brother's biggest cheerleader, and that's a wonderful thing, Lydia. I hope you both become best friends and supporters of each other! You cheer for him when he goes to the potty, and when he's running fast outside. You talk about him all the time....wondering if he needs to go potty because you like to take the trip upstairs for a change in scenery (and to get into all those bathroom things).
I've been having fun putting your hair in pig tails! It's growing! You love shoes and are always trying mine on or Daddy's or Stevie's ...or each therapist's that comes in our home. They say you have good taste in shoes. You love to color and use stickers. We're still working on coloring on paper approved by mom...instead of books, my planner, tables, your body, etc. We're also having to remove garage sale 25 cent stickers from mail envelopes ready to be sent out. I usually forget to put my purse on the hooks, and that's great fun for you to dig into too. You've been found to have answered the phone before I can get there....and of course, to call other people too.
You're still a pretty good eater, but you decided milk is a no go after we gave up morning and bedtime bottles in February. You love your yogurt and cheese though. I'm not sure what your favorite meal is...you eat most anything, but you still always ask for marshamallows or chocolate chips. Since it was your birthday, I let you choose your breakfast. You chose those little packs of breadsticks and cheese. Whatever, kid. This year, instead of gobbling down your entire cupcake in 3.4 seconds, you decided to just eat the frosting and sprinkles off the top. Pure sugar is your deal I guess. You always ask to get down from your chair after you've eaten...and go over to eat whatever Stevie's left behind. I think mostly you like his grown up silverware and sitting in a regular chair. You do sit in a regular chair sometimes to eat...you did for the whole meal at your birthday party at Grandma's.
You are soo silly but a little shy around people you don't know too well. Your giggle is absolutely contagious...and so sometimes, bedtime is a little bit later because well, if you're giggling with Stevie, it can wait for just a little bit longer...even if we do have to mop up the bathroom floor with all of the towels after a splashing, laughing bath time. You are silly but so serious other times. When we pray, you clothes your eyes so tight and clamp your hands together and just pray. Sometimes you'll say, "Pray, pray, pray, talk to Jesus, pray." Maybe as a 2 year old, you'll call your cousin "Josiah" instead of "Jesus." I know...those J names can get confusing!
I love you so much Lydia. Happy 2nd Birthday!
Love always and with a kiss,
Mommy
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